Poetry competition CLOSED 4th May 2020 3:34am
WINNER
souladareatease
souladareatease
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and Jade-Pandora
Imagery Poem
Darquize
It was her...fire, my undoing,
Lost my heart by looking
Into those Darquize.
Molten need, intensely brewing;
Oh shit, for you? I’d fall to ruin,
That woman, Darquize.
Depths too deep for swimming,
Fell fast from the beginning,
Hypnotised, Darquize.
Golden galaxies in the sunlight,
Tapetum vision, see through dark nights
Supplicant to your; Darquize.
Reflecting back the lion,
I think I have found my Zion;
Worship-in, those Darquize
Lost my heart by looking
Into those Darquize.
Molten need, intensely brewing;
Oh shit, for you? I’d fall to ruin,
That woman, Darquize.
Depths too deep for swimming,
Fell fast from the beginning,
Hypnotised, Darquize.
Golden galaxies in the sunlight,
Tapetum vision, see through dark nights
Supplicant to your; Darquize.
Reflecting back the lion,
I think I have found my Zion;
Worship-in, those Darquize
Written by Brokenpoet2020
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Come The Strawberry Harvest
It was right there on the tip of his tongue
kissing lemon with some little tart
a stone pathway, pushcart town
awaiting strawberry festival
juicy and succulent drips mix in pitcher
cool of ice lavished with suckle
so sweet She is dribbling my chin
this my friend, tis a wonderful lil town
local oxen trot with goods
waves from wares drawing interest
sky blue crockery, clay-fired cups
sown sights, given sounds from local artists
evening combs and lanterns glow
smiles produce glint with laughter
soft is this way for country-fried towns
where hands once again touch, respect, love
It was right there on the tip of his tongue
kissing lemon with some little tart
a stone pathway, pushcart town
awaiting strawberry festival
juicy and succulent drips mix in pitcher
cool of ice lavished with suckle
so sweet She is dribbling my chin
this my friend, tis a wonderful lil town
local oxen trot with goods
waves from wares drawing interest
sky blue crockery, clay-fired cups
sown sights, given sounds from local artists
evening combs and lanterns glow
smiles produce glint with laughter
soft is this way for country-fried towns
where hands once again touch, respect, love
The Rose
Hatred is a bitter rose
And blooms where bitterness will please
The warmest hearts, its charm has froze
And none escape its tortured freeze
A boy betrayed by mothers love
A girl ensnared by father's pains
A lover's lust that kills a dove
A friend no traitor yet regains
A wise man wrote that bitterness
Can rot the bone like mold
And no-one can betray the thought
Nor wise, nor young, nor old
For men have held that bitter rose
Whose thorns within them lay
Whose wounds they say they cannot feel
From scars of yesterday
And though the thorns that pierce so deep
Within the hand don't bleed
Far gone the tears of red we weap
When men let flowers lead
And some men cry when they let go
And in their writhing pain
They pray to God that they may know
That Love is not in vain
They hurt a time and half a time
And ages roll on by
And yet they're free to find their rhyme
And bask in Love devine
And blooms where bitterness will please
The warmest hearts, its charm has froze
And none escape its tortured freeze
A boy betrayed by mothers love
A girl ensnared by father's pains
A lover's lust that kills a dove
A friend no traitor yet regains
A wise man wrote that bitterness
Can rot the bone like mold
And no-one can betray the thought
Nor wise, nor young, nor old
For men have held that bitter rose
Whose thorns within them lay
Whose wounds they say they cannot feel
From scars of yesterday
And though the thorns that pierce so deep
Within the hand don't bleed
Far gone the tears of red we weap
When men let flowers lead
And some men cry when they let go
And in their writhing pain
They pray to God that they may know
That Love is not in vain
They hurt a time and half a time
And ages roll on by
And yet they're free to find their rhyme
And bask in Love devine
Written by EleazarSwan
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Conversations with Soft Winds©️
Winds softly talk -
guarding precious thoughts
whispering lowly in breezes about you
dressed in last summers warmth
you wear that August moon loosely
draped sensually upon your smile
such feelings- walk and talk
as if living and breathing
in quiet they surrender to me
visually I trace my memories on you
you compete fiercely-
with the struggling sun
before dawn...
Image created by me.
guarding precious thoughts
whispering lowly in breezes about you
dressed in last summers warmth
you wear that August moon loosely
draped sensually upon your smile
such feelings- walk and talk
as if living and breathing
in quiet they surrender to me
visually I trace my memories on you
you compete fiercely-
with the struggling sun
before dawn...
Image created by me.
Written by emilybronte
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misty purple rain
I track you in my memories
as your carefully placed image
drifts in and out -
on familiar clouds
speaking softly to me
floating-then falling freely
into the deep canyons of my thinking
as if there's a 6th sense -
that carries you back to me
and i await the revealing
riding upon words of love-
as the hoofs of that great horse
that once beat the earth to get to me-
are now unheard
i wander through the mountains of life
among the green grassy thoughts
that grow between them and time
trimming the paths carefully
so seduction
by dry words in hi grass
aren't waiting
to abduct my mind and soul
again-
in the season that comes knocking
asking me about dreams
of the we -
that had a meaning with names
i tucked them away inside my sweater
close to my heart - so they won't depart
i can still read the letters
even fading in the filtered light
of the tiring days of life
withering away like last summers smile
from the deep canyons I hear you faintly-
drifting away on platinum dried clouds
into the dimness of the aching inside
falling away-
behind the curtains
as i stand in remembrance
of the misty purple rain...
as your carefully placed image
drifts in and out -
on familiar clouds
speaking softly to me
floating-then falling freely
into the deep canyons of my thinking
as if there's a 6th sense -
that carries you back to me
and i await the revealing
riding upon words of love-
as the hoofs of that great horse
that once beat the earth to get to me-
are now unheard
i wander through the mountains of life
among the green grassy thoughts
that grow between them and time
trimming the paths carefully
so seduction
by dry words in hi grass
aren't waiting
to abduct my mind and soul
again-
in the season that comes knocking
asking me about dreams
of the we -
that had a meaning with names
i tucked them away inside my sweater
close to my heart - so they won't depart
i can still read the letters
even fading in the filtered light
of the tiring days of life
withering away like last summers smile
from the deep canyons I hear you faintly-
drifting away on platinum dried clouds
into the dimness of the aching inside
falling away-
behind the curtains
as i stand in remembrance
of the misty purple rain...
Written by emilybronte
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Awakening
With Nite's demise
Silver star-shine dims in deepest cobalt
Sky's canvass shades to sapphire satin
Fades into pastel peach--
Brush-stroked water colors
Rose-blush, palest pink, and lavender chiffon
Herald the Morning's re-creation
Arise and gaze spell-bound...
Soul appeased, bathed in softly-golden glow
Breath-held silence shattered
By spirited avian Arias
Amber Sun ascends
Gilt-edged mists shimmer...swirl...dissipate
Upon distant hazy hillsides
Jocund Day sits proud and poised
With Nite's demise
Silver star-shine dims in deepest cobalt
Sky's canvass shades to sapphire satin
Fades into pastel peach--
Brush-stroked water colors
Rose-blush, palest pink, and lavender chiffon
Herald the Morning's re-creation
Arise and gaze spell-bound...
Soul appeased, bathed in softly-golden glow
Breath-held silence shattered
By spirited avian Arias
Amber Sun ascends
Gilt-edged mists shimmer...swirl...dissipate
Upon distant hazy hillsides
Jocund Day sits proud and poised
My Eyes Are A Tongue
My mind speaks to you
like my eyes are a tongue
come walk with me
forever after the last song
my inner hawk will bring
precision where others
went wrong
I've stalked the rubble, the ruins
of your past
I know what's gone on .
My deep jewelled eye
fixates, right into your soul
all focus can't deny
the glimmer , the core
that's your inner gold
you are the main filling
for the completion
of my life's goal
I am the future king
to you whose queen
but doesn't yet know .
My mind speaks to you
like my eyes are a tongue
come walk with me
forever after the last song
my inner hawk will bring
precision where others
went wrong
I've stalked the rubble, the ruins
of your past
I know what's gone on .
My deep jewelled eye
fixates, right into your soul
all focus can't deny
the glimmer , the core
that's your inner gold
you are the main filling
for the completion
of my life's goal
I am the future king
to you whose queen
but doesn't yet know .
The Bike Ride (final chapter)
Final chapter
My fingers were curling her breasts
Her Driving becomes a zestful wrest,
Twitching the nipples, makes it hard
Perfect time,to play my Trump card
It's time to slide in her juicy burrow
Throbbing her youth making clit furrow,
Stroking wildly & rubbing slither
She,Melting & moaning musical zither
Bewildering bike on barren road
Colliding it on "No Parking" board
Bruised & wounded, drowsing on pave
Submerged in eyes, building love trave.
Somehow, our "The Bike Ride" ends
Hope mojas' love never bends...
Hope our love never bends...
My fingers were curling her breasts
Her Driving becomes a zestful wrest,
Twitching the nipples, makes it hard
Perfect time,to play my Trump card
It's time to slide in her juicy burrow
Throbbing her youth making clit furrow,
Stroking wildly & rubbing slither
She,Melting & moaning musical zither
Bewildering bike on barren road
Colliding it on "No Parking" board
Bruised & wounded, drowsing on pave
Submerged in eyes, building love trave.
Somehow, our "The Bike Ride" ends
Hope mojas' love never bends...
Hope our love never bends...
Written by Mojas
(Archit Mojasia)
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The blind poet
I close my eyes hold them siezed
feel the words upon the mental slate
on that forked road a stile to navigate
to grasp and climb what others do with ease
To sense the brail cold pips like hail
the fractious bounce and just torment
where is your guide in that dark veil
none others aid in that intent
dark cellar hold some vintage wine
dust that covered slowly clear the sediment
smell candy floss its sticky twine
taste the notes that sing in that ferment
the vintner and the grape
closed lids savour essences refined
The shutters closed to elevate the glare
twilight night and candle power inner glow
mine shaft's coal face with your Canary's song
your muse to steady
her white stick tap each furlong
the curtains rustle at the open window
warm breeze of words and stanza's come
feel the words upon the mental slate
on that forked road a stile to navigate
to grasp and climb what others do with ease
To sense the brail cold pips like hail
the fractious bounce and just torment
where is your guide in that dark veil
none others aid in that intent
dark cellar hold some vintage wine
dust that covered slowly clear the sediment
smell candy floss its sticky twine
taste the notes that sing in that ferment
the vintner and the grape
closed lids savour essences refined
The shutters closed to elevate the glare
twilight night and candle power inner glow
mine shaft's coal face with your Canary's song
your muse to steady
her white stick tap each furlong
the curtains rustle at the open window
warm breeze of words and stanza's come
Written by slipalong
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